My Warriors, My Beloveds
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
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25,788
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings, and I do not make any money from these fictions.
Physical Healing
Chapter 9: Physical Healing
Northern Mirkwood: 29th of March, 2969
Afternoon
Legolas rode long and hard to get back to the castle as quickly as possible. Harry was breathing weakly, and his skin was pale and cold. His little Elf needed a healer as soon as possible.
The Prince of Mirkwood brought his horse to a stop just outside the main gate. He swung himself off the horse gracefully, still cradling Harry gently in his arms.
“My prince!” one of the guards shouted as they saw the still bundle in his arms. “Is he…”
“He will be fine!” Legolas snarled as Glorfindel caught up, and he and Aragorn dismounted. “I am bringing him to the healing chambers. I want every healer in this castle in that room within moments!”
Glorfindel helped support Aragorn as they followed some ways behind Legolas. The younger blonde Elf was walking quickly, but still slow enough that he would not jostle Harry unnecessarily.
A servant opened the door to the healing chambers, and Legolas slipped inside with his precious little Elf. He placed Harry gently upon a bed in the center of the room, sitting down in a chair nearby and keeping one cold hand within his own for reassurance.
A healer came to Harry’s bedside immediately, placing one cool hand upon his forehead to find him burning up.
“He is Fading,” she whispered sadly.
“Just heal his injuries!” Legolas commanded. “He will be fine.”
Saerwen looked upon her prince sadly, seeing the signs of his own grief should this little Elf die.
“I will need you to cut his clothes off,” the red-haired Elf said seriously. “I need access to his wounds. Wash your hands, grab that paste there, and…”
Legolas quickly and efficiently did everything as she bid, happy to be of some use.
Saerwen attended to her patient gently and steadily, relieved when his breathing grew steadier and evened out.
However, she could still see the signs of Fading, and she knew that it would take more to heal the little Elf’s mental wounds…
That was something that Legolas and Harry would have to do on their own, though. Saerwen could not help them with that.
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Glorfindel watched calmly as Legolas stormed into the primary healing chambers, and then he gently steered
Aragorn to where the guards indicated the Men were staying. Aragorn would be no help to Harry as he was, nearly dead on his feet with exhaustion and fatigue.
However, the Man was lucky enough that most of the poison had run its course, and his fever was already beginning to go down. A few days rest would return him to top shape.
Glorfindel prayed to the Valar that Harry was so lucky, else he knew that the little Elf would not be the only one to Fade…
“Thorongil!” Circyn greeted, rising to his feet hastily as his leader stumbled through the door to the healing chambers. “You left while I was asleep.”
Aragorn gazed at the other Man blankly, letting go of Glorfindel and collapsing upon the bed.
“I needed to help rescue Harry,” he murmured. “All will be well now. I just need some rest.”
With that, the large Man drifted to sleep. Circyn sighed in relief, glad his commander had returned safely. When he had woken up to find Thorongil’s bed empty, he knew the Man had left to chase his love.
Circyn had feared he would never return. It would have been a great loss to all the Men of Middle Earth.
“He will be fine after some rest,” Glorfindel reassured the blonde Man. “Make sure he stays in bed this time.”
Circyn nodded his agreement, and after the blonde Elf left the room, he pulled his chair over to the only door.
This time, if Thorongil tried to leave, he would have to go through him, not just sneak out while Circyn and Addramyr were asleep…
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Glorfindel walked down the hallways towards the king’s personal chambers. No doubt King Thranduil had already been informed of his son’s return, but the blonde Elf knew that the king would need to hear the details of battle to be satisfied.
They also had to send Elves out to collect the bodies of the dead Men, as well as burn the bodies of the orcs and wargs.
Not to mention that Mirkwood Elves needed to know that there was still a very serious threat just outside the castle walls…
Glorfindel had very little hope that the Elves he sent to patrol would capture the Witch-king of Angmar and his Nazguls.
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A few hours later…
Legolas sat by Harry’s bedside, gently holding one pale hand in his own larger one. His other hand was tenderly wiping sweat from Harry’s brow with a wet cloth.
Though Harry’s fever had subsided greatly, he had still not woken up. The healer claimed that the Elf was in a recuperative coma. Between the mental anguish on his mind from his capture, the emotional turmoil of believing Thorongil dead and himself lost to rescue, and an unhealthy lack of food, water, and sleep, she had told her prince that it was a miracle Harry had not Faded.
Legolas thanked the Valar for Harry’s strength and the answer to his prayer. His love was safe within the walls of the castle, and Legolas would not leave his side until Harry woke and sent him away.
Because after everything the little Elf had gone through because of his broken promise, Legolas dared not hope that Harry would ever forgive him, nevermind stay in Mirkwood.
“Has his fever gone down?” Glorfindel questioned as he came into the room with a plate of food and some water.
Legolas pressed his lips gently to Harry’s forehead once again, relieved that his skin was only slightly warm.
“Quite a bit,” Legolas answered. “Whatever poison was on that blade must be nearly out of his system.”
Khamul’s knife had left thin, shallow wounds on Harry’s throat and upper chest and a deeper wound in his lower abdomen. The healer had cleaned and stitched the one on his stomach, stating that though none of Harry’s vital organs were punctured, there was a great chance the Nazgul’s blade imparted poison into the Elf’s bloodstream.
“That is good,” Glorfindel acknowledged. “Estel will make a full recovery after a bit of rest.”
Legolas nodded, grateful that his old friend and new rival would soon be healthy.
He had already seen what it would do to Harry, otherwise.
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Author’s Note: This is my shortest chapter so far, but I thought I would get a start on Harry’s healing – at least the physical aspects of it. I have been a bit distracted by my other stories lately, but I hope focus on My Warriors, My Beloveds a bit more in the coming weeks.
Please review and let me know what you think. ^_^
Northern Mirkwood: 29th of March, 2969
Afternoon
Legolas rode long and hard to get back to the castle as quickly as possible. Harry was breathing weakly, and his skin was pale and cold. His little Elf needed a healer as soon as possible.
The Prince of Mirkwood brought his horse to a stop just outside the main gate. He swung himself off the horse gracefully, still cradling Harry gently in his arms.
“My prince!” one of the guards shouted as they saw the still bundle in his arms. “Is he…”
“He will be fine!” Legolas snarled as Glorfindel caught up, and he and Aragorn dismounted. “I am bringing him to the healing chambers. I want every healer in this castle in that room within moments!”
Glorfindel helped support Aragorn as they followed some ways behind Legolas. The younger blonde Elf was walking quickly, but still slow enough that he would not jostle Harry unnecessarily.
A servant opened the door to the healing chambers, and Legolas slipped inside with his precious little Elf. He placed Harry gently upon a bed in the center of the room, sitting down in a chair nearby and keeping one cold hand within his own for reassurance.
A healer came to Harry’s bedside immediately, placing one cool hand upon his forehead to find him burning up.
“He is Fading,” she whispered sadly.
“Just heal his injuries!” Legolas commanded. “He will be fine.”
Saerwen looked upon her prince sadly, seeing the signs of his own grief should this little Elf die.
“I will need you to cut his clothes off,” the red-haired Elf said seriously. “I need access to his wounds. Wash your hands, grab that paste there, and…”
Legolas quickly and efficiently did everything as she bid, happy to be of some use.
Saerwen attended to her patient gently and steadily, relieved when his breathing grew steadier and evened out.
However, she could still see the signs of Fading, and she knew that it would take more to heal the little Elf’s mental wounds…
That was something that Legolas and Harry would have to do on their own, though. Saerwen could not help them with that.
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Glorfindel watched calmly as Legolas stormed into the primary healing chambers, and then he gently steered
Aragorn to where the guards indicated the Men were staying. Aragorn would be no help to Harry as he was, nearly dead on his feet with exhaustion and fatigue.
However, the Man was lucky enough that most of the poison had run its course, and his fever was already beginning to go down. A few days rest would return him to top shape.
Glorfindel prayed to the Valar that Harry was so lucky, else he knew that the little Elf would not be the only one to Fade…
“Thorongil!” Circyn greeted, rising to his feet hastily as his leader stumbled through the door to the healing chambers. “You left while I was asleep.”
Aragorn gazed at the other Man blankly, letting go of Glorfindel and collapsing upon the bed.
“I needed to help rescue Harry,” he murmured. “All will be well now. I just need some rest.”
With that, the large Man drifted to sleep. Circyn sighed in relief, glad his commander had returned safely. When he had woken up to find Thorongil’s bed empty, he knew the Man had left to chase his love.
Circyn had feared he would never return. It would have been a great loss to all the Men of Middle Earth.
“He will be fine after some rest,” Glorfindel reassured the blonde Man. “Make sure he stays in bed this time.”
Circyn nodded his agreement, and after the blonde Elf left the room, he pulled his chair over to the only door.
This time, if Thorongil tried to leave, he would have to go through him, not just sneak out while Circyn and Addramyr were asleep…
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Glorfindel walked down the hallways towards the king’s personal chambers. No doubt King Thranduil had already been informed of his son’s return, but the blonde Elf knew that the king would need to hear the details of battle to be satisfied.
They also had to send Elves out to collect the bodies of the dead Men, as well as burn the bodies of the orcs and wargs.
Not to mention that Mirkwood Elves needed to know that there was still a very serious threat just outside the castle walls…
Glorfindel had very little hope that the Elves he sent to patrol would capture the Witch-king of Angmar and his Nazguls.
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A few hours later…
Legolas sat by Harry’s bedside, gently holding one pale hand in his own larger one. His other hand was tenderly wiping sweat from Harry’s brow with a wet cloth.
Though Harry’s fever had subsided greatly, he had still not woken up. The healer claimed that the Elf was in a recuperative coma. Between the mental anguish on his mind from his capture, the emotional turmoil of believing Thorongil dead and himself lost to rescue, and an unhealthy lack of food, water, and sleep, she had told her prince that it was a miracle Harry had not Faded.
Legolas thanked the Valar for Harry’s strength and the answer to his prayer. His love was safe within the walls of the castle, and Legolas would not leave his side until Harry woke and sent him away.
Because after everything the little Elf had gone through because of his broken promise, Legolas dared not hope that Harry would ever forgive him, nevermind stay in Mirkwood.
“Has his fever gone down?” Glorfindel questioned as he came into the room with a plate of food and some water.
Legolas pressed his lips gently to Harry’s forehead once again, relieved that his skin was only slightly warm.
“Quite a bit,” Legolas answered. “Whatever poison was on that blade must be nearly out of his system.”
Khamul’s knife had left thin, shallow wounds on Harry’s throat and upper chest and a deeper wound in his lower abdomen. The healer had cleaned and stitched the one on his stomach, stating that though none of Harry’s vital organs were punctured, there was a great chance the Nazgul’s blade imparted poison into the Elf’s bloodstream.
“That is good,” Glorfindel acknowledged. “Estel will make a full recovery after a bit of rest.”
Legolas nodded, grateful that his old friend and new rival would soon be healthy.
He had already seen what it would do to Harry, otherwise.
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Author’s Note: This is my shortest chapter so far, but I thought I would get a start on Harry’s healing – at least the physical aspects of it. I have been a bit distracted by my other stories lately, but I hope focus on My Warriors, My Beloveds a bit more in the coming weeks.
Please review and let me know what you think. ^_^